People, places, and things.

During the height of the Watergate story, Woodward and Bernstein noted that things were happening so fast that items which would once warrant a full newspaper story were instead relegated to a paragraph. That's sort of what is going on here.

University Beacon.

Still the best: Lolo Peak.

Far southern Oregon.

Far northern California.

Crescent City.

Jedediah Smith Redwoods.

11,000 feet on Mt. Shasta. To be honest, it was getting boring.

Back home, Lake Alva.

Larry sighting in his paddle while the pooch follows.

Morrell Peak Lookout, with Grizzly Basin in the background.

Father's Day, the shortest day of the year.

But long enough for a second run.

Living large on the Great Divide.

Hard to describe how perfect this moment was.

Eastern Illinois. (So it seems that if you live in a big city, and by that I mean anything larger than Missoula, you spend your life debating how best to manage traffic.)

Far northern Georgia.

Central Arkansas.

So the International Mountain Biking Association has labelled 50 or so trails around the nation as "epics". Three happen to be in Arkansas and there is even one in Kansas, while the whole of Montana merits just one trail (Bangtail Divide, Bozeman). I figured that Arkansas must be all that. LOL.

Central Kansas.

Colorado. Doesn't matter where.

Epic Fruita.

Epic Dead Horse.

Epic Moab.

The half!

Hoodoo Lake, Idaho: end of a 20 mile dirt road.

That time of night, when it's early and the cold begins to close in.

Another day at what Laura calls "Camp Jeff". Here, St. Mary.

And here, Ch-paa-qn.

And here, learning about huckleberries.

Summer! Time to go rotate the tires and the oil changed, I guess.